The person on the balcony remained motionless, the cigarette in his hand curling up. In a house of over a hundred square meters, you can hear clearly what you say in the room and in the living room. Jian Anran knew that even at this distance, he dropped a pen. He was on the balcony
Everybody can hear it.
"You kid!" Yang Yahui was a little anxious and patted Jian Anran's shoulder hard, "What are you talking about standing at the door! Come in quickly!"
"How much did you borrow?" she asked again.
Seeing that Jian Anran's attitude did not soften at all, Yang Yahui's patience gradually ran out, "First come in, first come in!"
Grabbing Jian Anran's arm, Yang Yahui pulled her in and closed the door. Yang Yahui then locked the door.
In silence, she tried to connect all the things that happened in the past six months——
Jian Shaobo's business is getting harder and harder. This is something she has always known.
It stands to reason that the era when Jian Shaobo started doing business happened to be an era of rapid development after the liberalization of the economy. Following the trend of history, he basically succeeded in whatever he did. Just like the CEO of a certain mobile phone manufacturer said, "
As long as you are on the cusp of the storm, any pig can fly."
But I don’t know whether the goddess of fate has never paid attention to Jian Shaobo, or whether his years of experience have indeed proved that he has no business ability.
Without a savings plan, he has no ability to withstand the crisis.
He failed to catch up with the glory of history, but he stepped in after several setbacks. Jian Anran, who always thought he was born in a well-off family, still didn't know that his family didn't even have any savings for many years.
"What are you crazy about?" Jian Shaobo, who finally put out his cigarette, was a little impatient, "If you don't want to celebrate the Chinese New Year, don't come back and make people uneasy!"
The eyes he glanced over were extremely cold, as if he were looking at a stranger, or even someone he disliked.
"Can I spend that money on my own? You have been eating from me and living in my house for so many years, and you don't have to spend anything? It doesn't cost you money to go to college?"
"Asking you for 70,000 yuan seems to cost your life. Are you done with it? Your mother has raised you to be such a white-eyed wolf for so many years?" Seeing Jian Shaobo's words becoming more and more ugly, even Yang Yahui listened to it.
He couldn't go down anymore, so he quickly stepped forward to hold him back.
"So? You want to sell me before I graduate? Who do you want to morally kidnap?" Jian Anran became more and more angry as she thought about it.
"What does it mean to eat and live on your own? If you choose to have a child, don't you have to be responsible for raising the child?"
As soon as Jian Anran finished speaking, there was silence in the air for a moment, and Jian Shaobo suddenly became furious, "Is this your attitude when talking to your parents? Only now that I see you do I know how failed my education has been!"
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Jian Shaobo began to talk about the so-called "principle issue". Jian Anran sneered. Facing people who were illogical, she was so tired that she didn't know what else to say.
"You don't know how to educate others about having children? Who put a knife to your neck and asked you to have a child? Who forced you to get married and take on family responsibilities?"
Seeing Jian Anran's emotions gradually getting out of control, Yang Yahui was a little anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to stop between their father and daughter.
"For those who are celebrating the Chinese New Year, please stop arguing. Only by being friendly can you make money!"
She looked into the kitchen and said, "The meal is almost done. Go sit down and start eating soon."
After speaking, Yang Yahui shouted into the room: "Xiao Jie, come out and help!"
Probably because he noticed the movement outside early in the morning and was afraid that his father and sister would quarrel again, Jian Anjie moved very quickly this time. He rushed out of the room before Yang Yahui could finish her words.
"I'll serve the rice right now!" he shouted at them.
Since then, no one has spoken. Yang Yahui specially turned on the TV, and the lively background sound seemed to be trying hard to cover up the embarrassment at the dinner table.
As soon as she picked up the first dish with her chopsticks, Jian Anran suddenly realized something was wrong.
She had been quarreling with her family for so long before, and they didn't even make a phone call. They suddenly contacted her and asked her to go home, just to get her to take out the only 70,000 yuan she had in her pocket.
The last time I went home, I made it clear that I would never pay for it, but Yang Yahui still called Jian Anran again after a few days of silence.
Even going against her long-standing principle of bowing her head and apologizing to her children, Jian Anran suddenly felt that they must have wanted something else this time.
What she doesn't understand is, what else can they want from themselves?
Except for the 70,000 yuan in her bank card, Jian Anran didn't have anything else of value.
She suddenly remembered the Miumiu dress in the closet, but she seemed to have heard Ning Beibei say before that second-hand luxury goods will be discounted a lot. No matter how high the original price is, the depreciation will start the moment you buy it back. And no matter how much everything is sold, not to mention the 600,000 arrears posted on the door, even the 200,000 online loans will not help.
"An Ran, it's like this. Mom and dad have never asked you for anything..." Yang Yahui hesitated.
Without answering, Jian Anran raised her head and looked directly into her evasive eyes.
"You saw the debt on the door," she said very slowly, as if she was racking her brains to think of the next sentence, "There is a crisis at home now."
"Our family is not like other people who spend their money on food and drink. Business is bound to have its ups and downs. It is common to ask someone to borrow a sum of money from time to time to make ends meet. Who can come up with such a large amount of funds now?" Putting down the chopsticks in her hands, as if she knew what Yang Yahui wanted to say, Jian Anran stopped her in time: "If you want me to borrow money from Wen Siheng, I'm sorry, but I can't do it."
"No, no..." Yang Yahui hurriedly denied, her eyes glanced at Jian Shaobo, who knew that he was eating vegetables with his feet up like an uncle, as if everything that happened at the dinner table had nothing to do with him.
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"I want to say... can you help pay back this debt?" As soon as Yang Yahui finished speaking, she hurriedly raised her head to see Jian Anran's expression.
Her brows were furrowed, and she seemed confused for a moment, and then she became speechless. She clicked her tongue and didn't even know what she could say.
"No, you probably know how much money I have in my pocket to two decimal places, right? I only earn 3,000 yuan a month, how can He Dehe pay you back this 600,000 yuan sinkhole?"
"Is it almost there?" Yang Yahui's tone softened a little for fear that she would be angry and run out again.